Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Like That, artist - Juvenile. Album song Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Rock Like That |
| U.T.P. |
| in the buildin' |
| Sinista on the motherfuckin’track, nigga… |
| I’m ridin’dirty, way low to the grass |
| Whole hood payin’attention to me showin’my ass |
| I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up They talkin’about a nigga like a hurricane forecast |
| Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast |
| To hell with the talkin’nigga, we could go do it |
| The package right here nigga, let’s roll through it |
| I’m down South bred, that’s what my mamma and my daddy say |
| Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way |
| Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways |
| Word mean nothin’to me, I’m goin’that-a-way |
| I got a dynasty and I ain’t throwin’that away |
| I’ve been investin’my rhyme up on my strategy |
| And I don’t feel that it’s time to put the strap away |
| It’s either that or just I’m full of that Alizee |
| We rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These U.T.P. |
| niggaz we rock like that |
| We rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that |
| You can get it quick to your head, homeboy |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil’mama |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me I don’t cut no corners to jip for no figures |
| I ain’t kissin’no ass to live with no nigga |
| I don’t need this rap shit, bitch I’m in these streets |
| When Cash Money didn’t pay me, I still got sleep |
| Get capped, you’re on the phone, tell her I need the teeth |
| To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece |
| She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she’s a beast |
| Got her daughter sellin’pussy for a G at least |
| I move a lil’work, ain’t nothin’to brag on Somethin’to keep me nice and my homie to tag on 24 inch shoes on the rag on I got shit poppin’in my hood and I’m that strong |
| Fiends keep smokin', please don’t quit |
| You want another hit? |
| — fiend on this |
| But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now |
| Me lead love and me will keep sendin’the work down |
| We rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These U.T.P. |
| niggaz we rock like that |
| We rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that |
| You can get it quick to your head, homeboy |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil’mama |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin’keep it 100 |
| Before a nigga be done got killed and I’m the one who done it |
| I’m in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale |
| Where niggaz don’t just give you a brick |
| They give you the whole deal |
| Drug deals goin’down at ten dollar motels |
| Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell |
| Like it, get you what you need, just have yo’mail |
| And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale |
| Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin' |
| I’m gettin’it from the same niggaz bringin’all the 'dro in |
| I’m 'bout to get it dropped off, I’ma let you know when |
| («Shit, I’m tryin’to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg) |
| Shit, fo’sho’then |
| Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up And move like you 'sposed to be movin’because we strapped up Don’t get yourself clapped up for no reason |
| Cause we won’t hesitate when it come down to the squeezin' |
| We rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that |
| Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that |
| These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that |
| You can get it quick to your head, homeboy |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil’mama |
| I don’t think you wanna fuck with me |